I'll make a double-batch of spaghetti and homemade meatballs with tomato sauce and garlic bread, along with a tiramisu for dessert. That should be enough to keep him well-fed for a while.

But--he mustn't! He's so kind, he doesn't deserve such ill-treatment. Better it were me instead. [and she remembers the laughter, the taunts, the feel of the men's hands on her body as they passed her back and forth. but better her than her Merricat]